[Something tells her that that wasn't entirely serious.

But this is Hell.]

Aren't ya scared someone's gonna come out and trample all over ya? Well, not that I don't get the appeal of makin' a perfectly fine carpet angel every now and then.

[At least she closes the door and steps out into the hall more properly, so that counts for... something, maybe.]

Say, you weren't the one who made that big 'thud' just now, are ya?